It's too bad dogs can't talk,While dog-sitting I am vigilant to respond to the dog's entreaties lest the carpet suffer on my watch. Unfortunately, the dog is just yanking my chain. We go out, she looks around, sniffs the air and then looks at me, "What are we doin' out here?"
To explain why they balk.
They whine, "I gotta go!"
Then do they? Clearly, no!
"We're out here so that you can take care of... natural urges."
"Oh. That's nice. But I got nothin'."
"Well let's go inside again."
"Right. See you in half an hour?"